Luke Has More Teeth

I should've guessed that the excessive fussiness Sunday afternoon was due to another tooth breaking through, which brings his total to 7 teeth. After that, he was his normal happy and silly self.

He's almost walking, and seems to be trying it alone more and more. We'll catch him toddling across the dining room very slowly, arms flailed out for balance. He eventually drops and starts crawling again, but I predict that in about a week he'll be exclusively walking. It's funny how he's testing the 2-leg theory just a little at a time, though. Each week for the past 3, he's been walking a bit more. He's definitely not one of those kids who all of a sudden let go of the furniture, took off walking and never looked back. In fact, if he's in a hurry.... say, he sees one of our cats, he'll drop to all fours and pretty much run-crawl to catch them! He even enjoys crawling backwards and sideways, which is a riot to watch!

He sure is fun and is great company in the evenings when Marty crashes early. We hang out on the couch and watch Amazing Race or Dancing with the Stars together.

We should find out the sex of the new baby the day before Thanksgiving. That's the next ultrasound, which will be at 18 weeks. Good timing considering we're planning to shop at the Jeffersonville Outlet Stores with my family the day after Thanksgiving, so it will be nice to finally know if it really is a girl like everyone thinks.